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"What nonsense" The middle-aged man looked at Torres with annoyance in his eyes, he was the most emotional of the three demigods.

"Bring it back, let those old guys figure it out, they should have a way" The old man said slowly, he didn't have much to do about the general situation in front of him, so he had to bring it back first and let the deepest existence of the empire solve it.

"Hmm" the middle-aged man nodded, grabbing Torres with one hand.

The lines of the laws of thunder formed a hand and grabbed Torres.

Signed a contract with the gods and became the pope under the gods, the gods could not have no protection for Torres at all, so this time the middle-aged man tried his best to break through the protection of the gods and seize Torres, and when the gods did not react, he used the teleportation array to quickly return to the imperial capital.

Looking at the captured thunder and raising his hand, under the power of the law, Torres's body was intimidated by this coercion, and the hands that originally wanted to take out the artifact sword and the magic scroll froze.

Torres, who could not move, faced the thunderous hand, and his heart was still calm except for the surprise he felt at the sight of this hand at first, and he believed that the gods he believed in were enough to protect him.

Just when the Thunder Hand was only a few centimeters away from Torres, a black and white light suddenly emerged from Torres's body, and the white light attached to Torres's body, allowing him to be protected from coercion, and the black light flew out and hit the Thunder Hand.

Hit by the black light, the thunder hand suddenly trembled like a person who had gone mad, and then with the sound of "Peng", it turned into a series of residual lights, each of which is a law, but the structure of these laws has been chaotic, it cannot be controlled at all, and it has no power. 、

In the perception of the three demigods, an incomparably large will suddenly descended on this place, and the three of them only felt that a pair of eyes were staring straight at them.

"God of Order and Chaos," the old man squinted, his already somewhat restrained waist becoming more restrained, and muttered to himself.

The middle-aged woman and the middle-aged man couldn't help but tense their foreheads, as a demigod, they knew much better about the Divine Mansion than others, and they knew the horror of the Divine Mansion.

"Go back, my Pope will not go back with you" A faint voice sounded in their ears, and listening to the voice, the owner of this voice seemed to be a very thin girl.

But the three demigods didn't think that this was a girl, the old man exhaled deeply, and then said respectfully in his heart: "Respected Divine Mansion, we can't agree to this request of yours, please give up His Royal Highness the Great Prince in the face of the Shiman Empire, and as a price, we will find you an excellent candidate for the Pope that satisfies you."

"That's impossible," Shendi's voice was still indifferent, and said, "I have signed a contract with him, and this contract cannot be terminated unless I agree to terminate it with him at the same time, and I will not give up on him."

"His Royal Highness the Great Prince is the only heir of the Shiman Empire, if you do this, you will be an enemy of the Shiman Empire" Seeing that the gods did not agree, the old man spoke again, with a threat in his words.

"So what" The god's voice was very casual: "Even if you are an enemy, if you really want to be an enemy of me, then come to a battle, and the first battle after defeating an empire is a good start"

The old man was silent, his threat was useless to this god at all, which made the old man very puzzled, if he did this to other gods, even the main god would probably be soft, after all, the Shiman Empire is one of the three major human empires, and the human beings living in the empire are nearly one-tenth of the total number of human beings, as long as the Shiman Empire gives an order to let the entire empire not believe in a god, then that god is estimated to be miserable due to the lack of too much faith power.

For the gods who regard the power of faith as their lifeline, they will not easily offend the royal family of an empire, except because these royal families have masters comparable to the gods, and a large reason is that they are afraid that the other party will cut off the power of faith on their side.

It's a pity that this trick doesn't work for Arthur, not to mention that Arthur doesn't know that there is a layer of meaning in the old man's threat, and even if he knows that Arthur still won't give up, the power of faith, she doesn't have many people who believe in it now, and if it is broken, it will be broken, and the people who believe in Arthur in the Shiman Empire are thousands, and they are all polytheistic, and it is useless for her to break it.

Even if Arthur's followers increase in the future, it is useless for the Shiman Empire to dare to prohibit the belief in Arthur, not to mention that the gods are just her doppelganger, and besides, she still has Frans and they are there, and they dare to prohibit it, so she will directly let them kill all the people who dare to break the power of her faith in the Shiman Empire, and see who dares to ban it.

Seeing the old man stunned in place, the middle-aged man and the middle-aged woman knew that he was communicating with the god, and tried to get Torres to come back to his side and break the contract.

After a while, the old man came back to his senses, and he shook his head at the two: "Let's go, go back and find someone, this one doesn't give up"

The middle-aged man and the middle-aged woman looked at the smiling Torres opposite him.

Seeing Torres's underbeaten appearance, the middle-aged man wanted to beat him, but with the protection of the gods, it was completely impossible.

The middle-aged man glared at Torres, and the three demigods left.

"You're really unlucky, you were found within a few hours of coming out," the god's voice sounded in his ears with a teasing.

"My lord, is this the time to laugh at the chief believer you have just been frightened, the first pope under you" Torres laughed bitterly, hearing the voice of the gods, I don't know what is going on, there is no awe at all when I heard the voice of the gods for the first time a few hours ago, and my heart is very flat, as if I am with a friend.

"I'm the god of order and chaos, and you know I'm the kind of god who doesn't comfort people."

"I won't comfort my lord, and you don't have to gloat so much."

"I was born with this character"

"I regret it, my lord, I regret believing in you, your character is too bad, I always feel that I believe that you will be beaten"

"It's okay, if you want to beat you, you have to kill me first, I'm hard in the background, no one wants to kill me"

"Backstage, my lord, who is your backstage?"

"Demons"

”。。。。。。。 My lord, thou shalt tease me."

"It's the devil, what's wrong"

"It's a big problem, why is it that you are a demon in the background," Torres shouted in his heart, perhaps because the gods were speaking too casually, and at this time Torres completely forgot that he was talking to the gods he believed in, and his tone became very rude.

"My lord, you are trying to kill me, behind a god is a demon, if the gods know about it, then wait to be beaten to death by the gods, this kind of news, please don't tell me next time, I'm afraid of being scared to death."

"You're really cowardly," the god said with a smile, "As my pope, shouldn't you say that this memory has been erased from my mind at this time, I'm afraid of leaking secrets or something."

"Forget it, I hate having my memory erased" Torres shivered as he seemed to remember some bad memories.

"People in the royal family really have a lot of experience," the god said: "Then I'll go back, my pope, hurry up and help me preach and establish a church, otherwise I don't have enough faith power, maybe the next time I meet an old guy who can be comparable to the gods, it will be much more difficult for me to protect you than now."

"Don't worry, I promise to grow 50,000 or 60,000 believers for you in three months, and build a church that satisfies you within a year," Torres said with obvious confidence in himself.

"Goodbye, then, good night," the god said another and was silent, and Torres felt the will of the god disappear.

Torres looked at the sky, it was still late at night, and the road ahead was pitch black, but under the eyes of Torres's fifth-order warrior, the darkness could not block his vision.

"Okay, keep going," Torres said to himself, and kept walking.

As he walked, Torres was full of energy, and he was still a little reluctant to create a church and missionary service, which was the innate rejection of divine power as a representative of imperial power.

But now this emotion is gone, because Torres finds that the god he believes in has a very good appetite for himself, and this appetite, not only for her teachings, but also because of her character, does not have the tone that a god should have at all, and talking to her is like talking to a friend, which makes people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

In the early morning, the sun slowly rises in the east, shining its rays on the earth, and the rooster's crowing is heard as soon as the sun rises, and the sound is heard throughout half of the village of Lola.

Leslin, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard the familiar rooster crow.

"So can't you crow later, big brother rooster, let me sleep a little longer" Sitting up from his amazing hard plank bed, Leslin complained in his heart about the rooster that the sun had just risen every day.

Looking out the window, Leslin was stunned for a moment before exclaiming, "It's another day."

Lifting the comfortable bedding and enduring a chill, Leslin quickly got dressed.

After a brief freshening up, Reslyn looked at herself in the mirror that she had bought with a month's salary.

The appearance of the young man in the mirror is neither handsome nor ugly, he belongs to the very ordinary kind, the kind of appearance that belongs to passer-by.

"That's it, it's really" Looking at himself in the mirror, Leslin has a sad feeling every time, after all, he was still a handsome guy before he crossed over, why did he become so ordinary after crossing, the same as passerby A.

Reslyn is a traverser, a very bitter traverser, a traverser who crashes into a tree and crosses.

He doesn't know why he will cross when he hits a tree, others are stoned to death when they cross, and after committing suicide, he just hit a tree, and he didn't even have a slight injury, but he crossed, so it depends on character to cross.

From the table next to him, he took a piece of brown bread that he bought yesterday, this is Reslin's breakfast, looking at his breakfast, the black bread does not look like the hardness of bread at all, and Reslyn wants to throw it away.

If it weren't for the lack of money, Reslyn would never eat this kind of black bread, which is also called bread, don't joke, to say that it is bread is simply an insult to the word bread, this kind of bread that is hard enough to be used as an iron rod as long as anyone with a little money will not eat it.

"Nima, I'm a time-traveler anyway, why do I mix so badly" As a time-traveler, according to the plot in the novel, it's not good to travel to the other world, and I haven't crossed over for three years and eat black bread again, why do I still eat black bread after three years.

Poured a glass of water, dipped the black bread in some water, Reslyn took a bite, the black bread thing can't bite at all without a little water, Reslin still remembers the first time he ate black bread after crossing, he didn't know how to eat, he bit directly, Reslin still remembered the feeling after biting at that time, toothache, tooth pain, as if he had extracted a tooth without anesthetic.

With a kind of disgust, Reslyn finished eating the black bread and looked at the remaining three black breads, this is Leslin's lunch and dinner today, it looks a little shabby, but there is no way, there is no money.

Walking out of his one-bedroom home, Arthur locked his door, although it was completely unnecessary, after all, his family was poor, and the money was all on him, and the black bread that could be used as an iron rod in the house was gone, and there was nothing to do before, and Reslyn estimated that if the thief entered, he would be dumbfounded.

Despite this, it was already a habit that he had developed in his previous life to lock the door when he went out, so Reslin still locked the door.

Now Leslin is going to make money, Leslin's job is the only carpenter's shop in the village as an apprentice, speaking of this apprenticeship, Leslin is a little frustrated, Nima, he has been in this town for two and a half years, and he has been an apprentice for two and a half years, it stands to reason that he should be able to become a teacher in two and a half years, but maybe because his hands are not very skillful, so until now, he has not been a teacher, he is still an apprentice, and his craftsmanship is a little better than the original, from not even being able to make wood into a rectangle to now being able to make wood into a triangle。

His own carpenter talent is very poor, which is something that Leslin himself and his master carpenter, the owner of the carpenter shop, Old Yuri, have confirmed.

However, Reslyn did not give up this job, after all, this is a job with a high salary and easy work in the whole village, and it is difficult to find a job that meets your requirements if you give up this job, at least not in this village.

The morning air was damp and there was a faint smell of flowers in the air, and smelling the scent of flowers in the air, Leslin felt full of strength to work all day, and although this feeling would be lost over time, at least it felt good now.

Walking to the carpenter's shop, old Yuri had already started to work.

"Good morning, boss," Reslin greeted

"Well, here, let's get to work" Old Yuri glanced at Leslin, who was coming, and nodded, looking a little cold.

(To be continued.) )